aquaman's history

saw this on digg and loved it!

dear man at the urinal

i do enjoy witty conversations and hearing about the weather and how years ago it was much hotter, but not at the urinal. not to mention you are not keeping your eyes straight ahead.
yes, i do enjoy summer time, but i don't enjoy your pee spraying on to the floor next to my feet.
okay, i know i am fun to talk to, but i really want to just wash my hands and get back to work...
oh, i don't need you to follow me back to my office.
have a good day and from now on i will use a different restroom and i hope your hay gets cut soon.

tommy

random facts about me

-as a child i had a huge collection of he-man action figures. i would sit and play with them for hours and honestly still would if they had their arms and legs still attached.

- i lack will power and drive to workout. i want to get into shape and i can plan and write out everything i need to do, but when it comes down to it... i can't do it. i have no push. i can look down and see the view of my feet slowly fading by the gut that is forming in front of me, but still... nothing.

-i used to take adderall... not because i was adhd, but because i wanted to lose weight. it all goes back to the lack of will power.

-i will read one comic book over 50 times before i put it away in storage. i am not sure why i do this. it could be that it's all i want to read when i am in the bathroom, but some times you find some thing new around the 30th time around.

-i have almost all of my childhood toys in my basement and some times i go through them to remember the simple times and think about how i never got that lion-o action figure i always wanted.

-i secretly wish i knew how to work on cars. as a child my dad would try and get me to help him, but it was always hot in his garage and besides... it was interrupting my he-man cartoons.
now i wish i knew so i could take care of all the small problems that come up with my little focus.
maybe i should just wish i was rich. that would take care of everything.

-i used to want to be a rock star. i think i held on to that dream for a long time. i guess it is a good thing it never happened. due to the fact i am lazy with working out.. i am sure leather pants would just hurt my career.

-i can come up with an excuse faster than i can blink. i am not sure how i learned this talent, but i know it is a good one to have. it has saved me from a lot of boring trips to the movies and many uncomfortable conversations.

-some times i want to go back in time and tell people off. i am not sure if i am the only one who day dreams about that, but i would just love to just go back for one hour and just let some people know how i truly feel, but i am sure that if i was given that chance i wouldn't say anything.

-i hate being a people pleaser, but if you need any help, let me know.

-i am afraid of the long legged spiders that live in my basement. to help me over come this fear i am setting off a bug bomb some time this week.

-i enjoy making awkward moments, but hate when it is done to me.

i will end this long list by saying: i slept with a ewok doll until i was 10...

my newest project

before riley was born i did several paintings for his room of the tiny titans.

now i have found something else to paint for him. of course it is still the tiny titans, but most important... it is of my hero robin.. i mean, his hero robin.

god hates nerds? (i am doomed)

"They've faced down humans time and time again, but Fred Phelps and his minions from the Westboro Baptist Church were not ready for the cosplay action that awaited them today at Comic-Con. After all, who can win against a counter protest that includes robots, magical anime girls, Trekkies, Jedi and...kittens? Unbeknownst to the dastardly fanatics of the Westboro Baptist Church, the good folks of San Diego's Comic-Con were prepared for their arrival with their own special brand of superhuman counter protesting chanting "WHAT DO WE WANT" "GAY SEX" "WHEN DO WE WANT IT" "NOW!" while brandishing ironic (and some sincere) signs. Simply stated: The eclectic assembly of nerdom's finest stood and delivered.
As you can see below, the fantastic fanboys delivered the the church a humorous dose of sweet fan justice. ComicsAlliance was there to witness the spectacle in full, which you can indulge in yourself after the jump."

comicalliance.com

when i first read this i thought it was a joke, but then i realized it was not a joke. it was the work of a corrupted preach and his insane thoughts of who God hates. FRED PHELPS (DUM DUM DUM)!

it is preachers and "christians" like this that make the rest of us look bad.

the fact that someone would post signs at a soldiers funeral that they are glad they are in hell is sick to me. to post them at a comic book convention... hilarious and in need of attention

as a comic book nerd i find this funny.

as a christian it turns my stomach.

Jesus doesn't want us to be jerks!

let me just be honest

i loved the "nick" cartoon avatar the last air bender.

i am only saying this due to the fact the movie is coming out tomorrow. i have a few poeple in my life who will jump on the band wagon and i don't want to be looked at as one of those people.

i loved the story even if it was all Buddhist and stuff.

now you know how big of a geek i am...

i just had to get this off my chest.

list of things that annoy me

preachers who tell you to say amen (umm... i would rather tell you shut up than amen).



people who give me "advice" on how to raise my child (i know your kid and they are a brat... so please keep your advice to yourself).

when some one's only way of communication is through sarcasm.


when people call and only talk about themselves.


slow turners ( you don't need to stop and then turn).


deer flies (they are not as cute as the name makes them sound).


door to door salesmen (i have been ripped off recently... i now know i am a sucker).


videos for babies (i am selfish... i want to watch what i want to watch).


mtv (i am sick of your reality shows and dangit you are rubbing off on vh1).


people who whistle.


listening to sports on the radio.


not being in control of the radio on a road trip.


old men who call me honey (that's just creepy).


poop cramps.


a hot bedroom.


the color violet (you are purple).


comb overs.


disney tween and teen shows.


vegans who have to talk about how they are vegans.


people who always talk in a yelling tone.


country music award shows.


cheap toilet paper.


silence in the middle of the night (i need a fan running at all times).


little kids that talk during a movie.


drive-in movies.

people who point out i am going bald.

road work.

my neighbors dog pooping on my porch.

normal water.

swimming with teenagers.

long toenails.

using public restrooms.

some one in the urinal next to me trying to carry a conversation with me.

man boob sweat.

the last twinkie.

people who post pictures of them drinking with teens.

twitter.

nazi tattoos.

when people get a "passionate" tone when they talk about God (that fake voice that makes them sound spiritual).

bluegrass music.

dear ellen

today i realized how bad i wanted an ipad... so i thought i would write to the ellen show and ask for one.

"dear ellen,
i wish i had a heart breaking story about how my testicle was lost in a big wheel accident or how i rescued baby raptors from a burning building, but that would be bragging... so i am just going to be honest. i want an ipad. i live in the hick town of beattyville, kentucky and i want to be the first kid in my holler to have one.
i have done nothing to deserve your love or awesome gift from apple (which some people think apple is from satan because adam and eve ate an "apple", but everyone knows it was a mushmellon. just thought you would like to know that), but come on we both like women.
so please think of me as you hand out free gifts to screaming women while there is a man in overalls wishing he had an ipad to read david sedairs books like New Yorkers.

love and peace and all that stuff that is suppose to be free,
Tommy Hall"

what do you think? will it work?

"dislike"

everyone knows i am a comic book fan. i don't hide this.

i love comics cause i can escape from reality and just get lost in the world of spandex and super powers.

some times the comic book world gets too real (i know it sounds impossible, but it is true) for me.

ever since i have become a father, i have become very sensitive to issues dealing with children being harmed. i sit in court and listen to horrible stories and see pictures of children being hurt. it sticks with me. something about the innocent being punished just gets me.

i am kind of like brian in that family guy episode when he finds out he has a son and worries over everything...

sorry josh, didn't mean to become like that.

recently dc comics has been doing a story on a character named roy harper aka: speedy, arsenal, and red arrow.

he had a little daughter named lian.

it was a neat twist on the character. he was a super hero, recovering drug addict, single father, and womanizer. he was hot headed, but loved his daughter.

so i found it distasteful to kill off his daughter. it didn't really bother me that much. it is fiction, but when i saw the images of him visiting his daughter in the morgue it made me sad.

i know.. how stupid is that. i am getting upset over a comic book.

i just can't help it.

to be honest... each night i pray for my son to always be safe. i pray that i would go before he would. it's just what parents do... i think...

i guess the point of this post is.... lighten up comics... i don't care if you kill off adults... it doesn't bother me and what i want is more important than a good story... i think...

not sure what to make of this

my good friend, whom i will keep nameless due to the fact he is a shy guy, sent me a link with this picture and i couldn't help but post this...

a book that has changed my life

i have read many books in my lifetime that have touched me in different ways, but none has changed my life as much as this little book.

i recommend that you pick up a copy and join me on this journey.

i want them all!

for riley of course.

jennifer knapp

she is one of my favorite artists. her song refine me, was the first song i ever played on the piano. some will never listen to her again. some will act as if she is no longer a christian artist. will you still listen to her?



click on link to read article.

[link]http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/music/interviews/2010/jenniferknapp-apr10.html[/link]

awkward moments in comic book history

snuggle bunnies

i have tried for the past couple of days to write a blog that would be funny or entertaining, but nothing seemed to come to mind, and if it did come to mind... i have had to stop myself from writing it.

i have found that some times i can write things that possible could hurt some people's feelings. it's not like i mean to (unless i really am setting out to make fun of a certain group), it just happens.

for example, a woman that i have known for a long time came into the office and needed some help. right after she left i wanted to sit down and write a blog about her and her family.

let me explain.

about 2 years ago at a relay for life, there was a three legged race. this lady's family had been winning everything. they weren't quiet about it either... so i decided that ang and i would enter the race. i am not very competitive, but for some reason i could not handle letting them win another game. the fact that they did the "suck it" move with their arms just made me even more annoyed. who does that? well, besides the wrestler all oiled up in a speedo... and that in it's self is wrong on so many levels.

so, ang and i tied my right and her left leg together. we practiced for awhile and i felt very confident. my wife is in excellent shape and i am on the fence with my physical abilities. still, i knew we could beat this family. i mean, the mom is in her forties (with a lot of..ummm.. we will call it baggage) and their daughter is only eleven.

ang and i stood ready.
the whistle blew.
we took off running.
we were way ahead.
then like every good athletic story...something tragic happens. angie falls.
what does one do?
in that split second i had to make a choice.
do i stop and help my wife up and let this family of loud mouths win or do i pick her up and keep running? i did neither.
they were quickly approaching...
so i did what i thought was best..
i just ran...
dragging angie behind me. sure she screamed and yelled. i even think she came close to crying, but crying is not for winners (of course i am not sure if that is even the truth... i rarely win).

we won that race... sure not without a price. angie had bruises for a few weeks, but the satisfaction of knowing that we beat that family... ahh... that was the best feeling.
sure they kicked my butt in turkey bowling right after that, but still.. they lost to me in the three legged race. to me... the comic book nerd that hates to sweat.

normally i would write a whole blog talking about that, but i am not going to.
i am going to work on my skills and not allow my past problems with others take over my blogging.

weary kind

this is not my normal taste in music, but i love this song. such a good and powerful song.

KLF ft Tammy Wynette - Justifed & Ancient

i annoyed my dad to no end with this song when i was in middle school. i am still not sure why i liked this song and i am still not sure why i still do. it is awkward and so is the video, yet i still searched a long time for this song.
i am sure you will also love this song as much as i do.
"bound for mu mu land".

girl scouts and broken kneecaps

i have a habit of ordering girl scout cookies and forgetting when they are coming in or how many i have ordered. needless to say, i cause angie a lot of headaches and my stomach a lot of pain. the biggest problem is, i rarely carry cash on my persons (that is a little court talk).

today was the day the girl scouts hit you up for cash. think of them like small time mobsters. they seem sweet when they offer you their cookies (which i think were baked in hell's fire), but if you don't have the money to pay up, they will beat it out of you. i have had several friends who have been through this ordeal.

"she was all smiles as she broke my kneecaps. i still wake up at night seeing that grin and freckles. my blood getting on her sash." dave says while taking a drink of gin and tonic. he has never been the same since. mention shortbread cookies and he starts crying.

so imagine my horror when i saw the little girl scout on the first floor (i work on the 2nd floor). my heart began to race. i don't have any cash on me. i watched as she took people's money. their hands shaking.

i did the only thing i could think of. i ran. i ran for the bank. i tried to do the math in my head. i figured i had enough time to run across the street and back before she was standing in front of my desk with a box of cookies and a baseball bat.

my little legs took me as fast as they could. i avoided any conversations with the people i would pass on the street. one goal. live.

i raced back to work and as i turned the corner i met the little girl with her right hand thug, her grandmother. they smiled. my heart was beating out of my chest. i played it cool. i held the door open and followed behind them. they entered my office and began going through the orders. when they got to my name i acted surprised.

"i forgot i ordered cookies. it's a good thing i have cash on me."

the little girl looked at me. she could see the sweat running down my face.

"here you go mr.hall. as always, a pleasure doing business with you." the words oozed out of her mouth like the lie from a serpent.

i survived the little green mob this year. i hope i learn from my mistake this year. keep some money in my desk and a gun under my trash can.

it has been a while

i have been a little lazy with my blog.
it seems that i have grown up a little.
i spend most of my time actually working and by the time i get home i just want to spend time with my family.
YET!
i miss being goofy and just saying stuff.
i miss making people uncomfortable without taking my shirt off.

i am going to make an effort to do better.

wait, don't i know this guy?